(To reiterate: this is the old version of Chronicle.)
Patrick and Lothar joined forces and began deploying their combined army along Thalassian Pass. The human army consisted mostly of warriors and knights, so they naturally took responsibility for the front line, while Patrick's troops primarily held the rear.
Seeing the deployment before them, the human knights and warriors rubbed their hands in anticipation, all eager to meet the enemy head-on. Patrick thought, That's one good thing about human knights: they aren't afraid to throw their lives away.
Now that our armies have joined up, we finally have a powerful group of cannon fodder. Ah, no, I mean frontline troops who can withstand the orcs' charge for me while protecting my own forces.
The orc troops were already faintly visible. With red dragons circling overhead, the orcs had naturally long since spotted the human-elf alliance waiting in battle formation. Battle could erupt at any moment.
Lothar drew his broadsword, preparing to order the knights to charge, but Patrick grabbed him before he could even shout the command. "Sir Lothar, wait until our elven troops have launched their first strike before you charge."
Lothar asked in confusion, "There's still a fair distance between our forces. A charge by the knights will be more devastating now. If we wait until the orc troops draw close, we'll be at a disadvantage."
"I'll give those guests from another world a proper welcome with magic." Patrick raised his voice slightly and amplified it with magic so the humans nearby could hear. "Before we begin, I'll strike the orcs with a round of large-scale, long-range spells. The rangers will also blanket them with a volley of arrows to disrupt the force of their charge. At the same time, to avoid friendly fire and ensure as many of